<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067</id><updated>2012-01-28T16:52:31.765+05:30</updated><category term='Abstract'/><category term='secret'/><category term='people'/><category term='support'/><category term='effort'/><category term='Realization'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='fun food'/><category term='Dominoes'/><category term='PJ'/><category term='Prosaic poetry'/><category term='Love'/><category term='So random'/><category term='experience'/><category term='music'/><category term='those good ol&apos; days'/><category term='fun'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='i&apos;ve gone mad'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Perceptions as they come</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, I have entered the time period which moulds my career. It is my happening life in college and some experiences that come across my way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-8838119298413718604</id><published>2012-01-01T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:14:19.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>The end or the beginning</title><summary type='text'>
                               Last day. Seems very significant this year , a year full of lasts. Still hasn't sunk in really. No, I don't mean the apocalypse. When I went to Mood-I the realization came but didn't last too long. Role reversal been happening for quite some time. It seems its not only me who is realizing its the last. Its both saddening and heartening to know when juniors tell me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/8838119298413718604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=8838119298413718604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8838119298413718604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8838119298413718604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-or-beginning.html' title='The end or the beginning'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-8655933909484637501</id><published>2011-12-14T12:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:14:11.881+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You know you're in SP COMPS 2012(B.E) if..</title><summary type='text'>
After three of the series of the previous years FE,SE,TE
 , here comes the final of the lot, the final dhamaka if you will (I so 
miss writing random nonsense like this :P ) , You so know you belong to 
SP COMPS 2012 if


1) Almost the whole class happens to have attendance less than 
50% (yes, everyone including me and this is a big thing for a class 
where "the" defaulters also ended up having</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/8655933909484637501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=8655933909484637501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8655933909484637501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8655933909484637501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-youre-in-sp-comps-2012be-if.html' title='You know you&apos;re in SP COMPS 2012(B.E) if..'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-7530290568188643195</id><published>2011-11-09T00:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:29:07.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home * 2</title><summary type='text'>
Change is unavoidable. It is what is permanent. But too many changes 
are bad, I tell you! I'm already struggling not to think about how it 
will be exactly a year later, where life would be so different, etc etc 
which will come in a later post.( Yes, this year it is all about 
emotional moments, nostalgic stuff cuz that is exactly what is going on 
in my mind.)

In the same breath, the time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7530290568188643195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=7530290568188643195&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7530290568188643195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7530290568188643195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-sweet-home-2.html' title='Home Sweet Home * 2'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-933577821235136314</id><published>2011-10-02T15:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:45:38.654+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>Holding on</title><summary type='text'>Walking on the road, all by myselfThe picture seemed clearer, clearer like never beforeAll this while, all I saw was an illusion,An illusion like always which is meant to be broken.
Those wonderful memories were etched into the heartsBut to bring them alive was a task, nothing less than daunting I would say, almost like predicting tomorrow today.
Trudging along on a road all alone,  wondering if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/933577821235136314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=933577821235136314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/933577821235136314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/933577821235136314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/10/holding-on.html' title='Holding on'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-4723498081262797424</id><published>2011-10-02T00:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:02:49.859+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><title type='text'>Finally, Quiz</title><summary type='text'>FINALLY I did make a quiz before I left this place for good. Thanks to Gaurav and Vinit who actually did give me a slot unlike one of the so called presidents of the previous year. And a big thanks to dear old Ashmita for having helped out with her set of questions to make a complete set of questions. No go ahead, relax and enjoy the quiz while I may actually start thinking of preparing my next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/4723498081262797424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=4723498081262797424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4723498081262797424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4723498081262797424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/10/finally-quiz.html' title='Finally, Quiz'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-3763544363371574017</id><published>2011-08-27T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:14:19.222+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Strangers, yet not so</title><summary type='text'>                We meet so many people in the span of a day. We may not even realize that we do. We even converse with them, it usually is only a few lines, but conversation nevertheless. By people, I mean the book shop person, the lift person, the mama who sits at the library entrance,  the conductor on the bus, why even the bhaji wala!

But some days, these conversations go beyond the lines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3763544363371574017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=3763544363371574017&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3763544363371574017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3763544363371574017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/08/strangers-yet-not-so.html' title='Strangers, yet not so'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-2027126975750483214</id><published>2011-08-21T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:20:57.057+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Microsoft-The end of it</title><summary type='text'>        I just don't feel like changing what I originally thought of it. This title came in the last week of my internship. Now when I sit to finish what I intended writing, it seems it isn't the end after all but a whole new beginning.

I remember the last time I wrote about my internship. I knew nothing of what I had to do. I didn't know how I was gonna fare. I didn't know if I was worth the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2027126975750483214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=2027126975750483214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2027126975750483214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2027126975750483214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/08/microsoft-end-of-it.html' title='Microsoft-The end of it'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-5026872215204366205</id><published>2011-07-08T02:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:26:32.501+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>The sounds of wisdom</title><summary type='text'>Oh my little conch, 
what is it that I can hear you say, 
yes I hear, as it becomes clearer, 
you have come to speak the music of life.                        

The sounds of the seas come floating to me, 
those waves of memories come rushing near,             
each wave has a story to remind 
or a new story yet to hear.                           

A tale you are yet to believe, 
a person you are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5026872215204366205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=5026872215204366205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5026872215204366205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5026872215204366205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/07/sounds-of-wisdom.html' title='The sounds of wisdom'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-726453917335443657</id><published>2011-06-26T22:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:59:10.539+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>mera kauwa mulayam</title><summary type='text'>"If i dont write abt this, i dunno if i shud even write..talk abt the biggest stroke of luck u get..the so non tech person i am, the most unimpressive cv,i tht i cant even think of a chance..forget think, it was definitely a no..i was as not bothered abt this as i am abt the cat exam.."

These were the exact words I typed into my phone in order to make it a blog post when it finally sunk in that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/726453917335443657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=726453917335443657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/726453917335443657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/726453917335443657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/06/mera-kauwa-mulayam.html' title='mera kauwa mulayam'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-4170464431193768867</id><published>2011-06-12T01:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:11:01.584+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The final goodbye</title><summary type='text'> Change is the spice of life they say, but the transition is what  makes it so difficult...they're off to a new life but it only deepens  that chasm that I suddenly feel has been created in my stomach..no one to  pamper you here,you're at the other end of pampering now..the empty quadrangle.. and you realize  exactly a year later you'll be in exactly the same state..puts things in  perspective </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/4170464431193768867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=4170464431193768867&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4170464431193768867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4170464431193768867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-goodbye.html' title='The final goodbye'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-6967699629827108966</id><published>2011-06-02T20:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:46:53.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>The rains have arrived</title><summary type='text'>The cool winds strike your face, 
providing that calm quiet solace, 
 the sun seems to have set,though yet it has not.
Is it the sign of rains?? No, maybe not.

Just then, the first drop, falls to the ground, 
followed by so many others on their way down,
to wipe the dust right off the leaves,
 to make them green lovely trees.

Those that were waiting with their arms wide open,                 to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/6967699629827108966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=6967699629827108966&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6967699629827108966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6967699629827108966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/06/rains-have-arrived.html' title='The rains have arrived'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-8409051077622548289</id><published>2011-05-25T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:56:19.730+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ve gone mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Dear Blogger</title><summary type='text'>I must be dumb. really dumb. I cant believe I let myself type blogger's link and clicked new post to write nonsense.That too right before the first semester exam.That's right.

I must say Blogger dear, I miss you loads. But you see, the paper seems to be winning over you in a bid to capture my thoughts. Very specific special ones for special people. Also add the really funny Big Bang theory which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/8409051077622548289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=8409051077622548289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8409051077622548289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8409051077622548289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-blogger.html' title='Dear Blogger'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-6629199660362956823</id><published>2011-03-17T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:35:19.536+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So random'/><title type='text'>Don't bother</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, don't bother reading this unless some calamity has occured and you are absolutely bored and having nothing to do. Even if that is the case, you may not read it.

Whenever I saw blogs and those random posts, I would think how can someone desecrate their blog with posts like these when they have written such retrospective, beautiful pieces of work. But then, fatalism is hard at work I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/6629199660362956823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=6629199660362956823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6629199660362956823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6629199660362956823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-bother.html' title='Don&apos;t bother'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-7495366669449057719</id><published>2011-02-03T22:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:47:43.822+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those good ol&apos; days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>The final one yet the pinnacle</title><summary type='text'>                                    It was always supposed to be an experience of a lifetime. I had always known it and dreamt about it ever since my first IV. But it would be such a memorable one was not expected. For more reasons than one.

It is one of the biggest events in terms of the calendar year. Pressure was immense. It has always been about managing more than 100 people. So much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7495366669449057719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=7495366669449057719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7495366669449057719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7495366669449057719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/02/final-one-yet-pinnacle.html' title='The final one yet the pinnacle'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/TUq9fYJUvKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iENGivzrhzQ/s72-c/Scan011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-9040474471264507505</id><published>2011-01-04T02:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:55:43.635+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Music and me</title><summary type='text'>    Well, I must give credit to Rishkul for having written about it first which made me write today after having wanted to for months now :D.

Music..the word is enough to transport you into a different world altogether. To make you feel the emotions that you may not have reason to feel in your life but the music will make you do so. The lifting of spirits in a world where not but music seems to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/9040474471264507505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=9040474471264507505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/9040474471264507505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/9040474471264507505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/01/music-and-me.html' title='Music and me'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-3081288269982043263</id><published>2011-01-01T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:55:24.172+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>And the new year again</title><summary type='text'> And its the beginning of yet another year. This one is gonna be a phenomenal one, I feel. The start was amazing with people who I totally love. Started the year with a different perspective. Much different compared to the last new year. Childish I feel when I see it, but don't we all? :P

And I turn 20, nah, not nice.


Also, there are 4-5 posts in the pipeline which I keep thinking about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3081288269982043263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=3081288269982043263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3081288269982043263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3081288269982043263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-new-year-again.html' title='And the new year again'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-3491036559141313229</id><published>2010-12-23T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:23:36.599+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun food'/><title type='text'>Cause I eats me spinach</title><summary type='text'>And finally my net acts real normal, lets me upload these pics and after 3 days of trying to transfer them by bluetooth, cord and what not, I sit down to write my 2nd post abt the thing I love doing most after a loong first version.

Oh yes, I love cooking and I sorta missed doing it this semester due to unending vivas and projects.(those stupid excuses that we engineers give :P). I thought I had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3491036559141313229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=3491036559141313229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3491036559141313229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3491036559141313229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/12/cause-i-eats-me-spinach.html' title='Cause I eats me spinach'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/TRI-1bltN4I/AAAAAAAAALw/9DCQ08ngVXA/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-985852989193549450</id><published>2010-12-06T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:12:36.694+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>And She Loved...</title><summary type='text'>Amidst the 1000 people in between whom she stood, 
her eyes found the only face in her mind,
the soul that stole her heart,            
the only person she thought about,
                                                                 
Her heart beat, she could hear against the sound, 
the sound of joy for him all around,   
here was the man who filled her with love from within,    
the only one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/985852989193549450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=985852989193549450&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/985852989193549450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/985852989193549450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-she-loved.html' title='And She Loved...'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-8889905937337853828</id><published>2010-11-30T10:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:27:34.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>You know you're in SP COMPS 2012(T.E) if..</title><summary type='text'>I had always thought of continuing this series when I wrote the previous two of SE and FE. After the reviews they got, the thought had to become reality. And its a long time since I wrote a fun timepass post like this. :P
After yesterday and all of the unexpected stuff that happened this sem, this is something the comps department would identify with.So here we go..

You know you're in SP COMPS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/8889905937337853828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=8889905937337853828&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8889905937337853828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8889905937337853828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-youre-in-sp-comps-2012te-if.html' title='You know you&apos;re in SP COMPS 2012(T.E) if..'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-6499909518981515872</id><published>2010-11-19T18:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:41:28.738+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>A Relationship</title><summary type='text'>Relationships..no,I'm not talking about the committed,single,complicated stuff that people put up online for other people to read...Not the cliché that every possible human being is so bothered about.


Let us remember, what you share with your parent is a relationship, what you share with a friend is one, why what you share with a dog you play with everyday is a relationship. You may call it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/6499909518981515872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=6499909518981515872&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6499909518981515872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6499909518981515872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/11/relationship.html' title='A Relationship'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-8299796678443827566</id><published>2010-11-14T13:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:57:54.523+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Shhhhh....</title><summary type='text'>Secrets are mysteriously weird and have always been a reason to be socially accepted. More on that later.

Think in school, there was always this secret which every group had, they had some code word for it, and if u didn't know it, u weren't cool. Rather you weren't accepted.

But if you think of it , what is a secret? If u plan to tell it to somebody after all, does it cease to remain one? 
Of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/8299796678443827566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=8299796678443827566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8299796678443827566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8299796678443827566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/11/shhhhh.html' title='Shhhhh....'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-1931586916738988933</id><published>2010-09-19T19:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:32:39.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>In retrospect</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it is too early for me to write something like this. It is the perfect topic to write on once I leave college when I'm teary eyed and all with fond memories. But then this seems to be the most happening year of engineering, I mean literally. This is the year in which the legendary IEEE committee was, those who knocked us off our feet with their awesomeness, panache and the first time we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/1931586916738988933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=1931586916738988933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/1931586916738988933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/1931586916738988933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-retrospect.html' title='In retrospect'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-7904058734850037822</id><published>2010-09-10T13:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:59:31.303+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>What is the right way to live?</title><summary type='text'>Rumours..Lies..they all have various ways of being interpreted..and various ways of originating.


Some of them are really harmless, stemming out of a doubt which occurs due to some events which happen pretty often. Like speculating if 2 people are committed. You keep seeing them together everywhere.You keep discussing with people till everyone in the college knows including them. They just have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7904058734850037822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=7904058734850037822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7904058734850037822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7904058734850037822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-right-way-to-live.html' title='What is the right way to live?'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-6489593816883462427</id><published>2010-09-03T00:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:47:26.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Hope even in hopelessness</title><summary type='text'>                   Hope, the word in itself is uncertain. Yet, it is the reason why so many people survive the most difficult times. They suffer, they pretend to have that smile, they accept everything wrong that happens in the hope that everything WILL be set right. I mean it is the outlook with which you look at hope which makes it positive. You may say its deceiving but there are times when it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/6489593816883462427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=6489593816883462427&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6489593816883462427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6489593816883462427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/09/hope-even-in-hopelessness.html' title='Hope even in hopelessness'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-5950166492689030735</id><published>2010-08-28T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:01:54.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>My vacation!</title><summary type='text'>This time when I went to both my grandparents' place, it was with a purpose. 4 years of yearning for both the places made me finally decide to go. Also, it so happened that this year, I was the only grandchild expected in both the places. So, excitement was pretty high. For me, I suddenly realized these were places where I always went as a matter of habit every vacation, the only thing on my mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5950166492689030735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=5950166492689030735&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5950166492689030735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5950166492689030735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-vacation.html' title='My vacation!'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/TF3AhwXjW9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/neAm6wEXWHE/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-1199120439560346065</id><published>2010-07-24T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:42:43.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Surviving to live</title><summary type='text'> Dated: 9/7/10
            Sitting next to a DVD player which is supposedly a time bomb, about to burst in 3 seconds. Unlike movies, it doesn't strike me that I should throw it out of the window, it bursts but unrealistically I do survive. This was all a part of a dream before I got up from a lazy nap. This may all seem laughable but there was one thing I realized. Even though it was a dream, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/1199120439560346065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=1199120439560346065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/1199120439560346065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/1199120439560346065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/07/surviving-to-live.html' title='Surviving to live'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-586298903455087440</id><published>2010-07-23T19:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:17:54.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><title type='text'>Kolam!</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 1st of the month Aaddi in tamil calendar where you not only get to eat delicious food which includes vadai, payasam, etc, one thing you will find common among tamil households are the huge kolams right outside the house. For the unenlightened, kolam is tamil form of rangoli and is more about the intricate design than the colour.

*edit* Also, it is believed that since these kolams </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/586298903455087440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=586298903455087440&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/586298903455087440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/586298903455087440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/07/kollam.html' title='Kolam!'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/TEmksklma2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/YAih87pF3Aw/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-207248132452831774</id><published>2010-07-03T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:22:21.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Bad 'Air' days</title><summary type='text'>No, I dont mean flatulence ot burping(double eww) that all the boys  seem to be proud of. Nor have I forgotten an 'H'.(Although being a girl, I should have spoken about that) I'll have to take you through a small flashback before that  and you might guess what I mean.

I am blessed with a loud  voice(the people around me are cursed though). Even my attempt to talk  in whispers is in vain. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/207248132452831774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=207248132452831774&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/207248132452831774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/207248132452831774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-air-days.html' title='Bad &apos;Air&apos; days'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-2678878641767707883</id><published>2010-07-02T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:47:34.057+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Quijjing</title><summary type='text'>        My association with quizzing rather not quizzing has been evident the whole of my school life. Every time I was to go for a quiz, either it got cancelled or teachers just never mentioned again or it was over. (yes, this indeed happened once) All that while , my sister got every opportunity to go for a quiz. In one of the city level quizzes, she reached the semi finals. Another quiz at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2678878641767707883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=2678878641767707883&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2678878641767707883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2678878641767707883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/07/quijjing.html' title='Quijjing'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-3773221842718840925</id><published>2010-06-23T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:35:26.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those good ol&apos; days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><summary type='text'>                                      Its already two years of engineering. I can't believe my juniors will have their juniors coming in. My SEs are BEs now. I'm living in my home for the past 20 years.20!! I really can't believe. 10th standard seems a lifetime ago.  

Growing up is just so weird. Birthdays come and go, you keep counting your age but you never realize these are years passing by. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3773221842718840925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=3773221842718840925&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3773221842718840925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3773221842718840925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-7747672649270060569</id><published>2010-06-08T19:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:58:24.029+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those good ol&apos; days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>Red flowers on greeny leaves</title><summary type='text'> 

I ventured out of my house after a very long time for a reason that wasn't exams. "Walking to school" memories came back to me. 6th standard. First year of morning school. I really never regretted waking up because I used to love to walk through the windy road surrounded by so many trees. I happened to remember my first inspiration to write poems. I used to love trees. I used to always want to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7747672649270060569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=7747672649270060569&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7747672649270060569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7747672649270060569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-flowers-on-greeny-leaves.html' title='Red flowers on greeny leaves'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/TA5HL1weTsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_788EeftUpA/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-5190130798482208341</id><published>2010-06-06T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:14:33.402+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>And the heart bleeds</title><summary type='text'>                     A stethoscope around her neck. Kindness filled in her eyes. While her  lips said something, her eyes connected with those of the child's at  a much deeper level. The child invariably trusted her. A prick, he  winced, but he didn't stop looking at her while the nurse went on with  her proceeding. The child rushed off to the play area. "Don't worry, he  will be fine, 2 years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5190130798482208341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=5190130798482208341&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5190130798482208341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5190130798482208341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-heart-bleeds.html' title='And the heart bleeds'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-8971895062969312885</id><published>2010-04-18T19:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:01:22.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>The Rise</title><summary type='text'>The sun has risen, 
the morning has dawned,
the night may not have been peaceful 
but still it is a new morrow.
You wish life itself starts afresh,
but this is the best that you would get,
so let your heart rise high,
free your mind off the sorrows,   
It's a new beginning,embrace it when you can,it isn't wront to forget the pain,because the feeling etched in your mind is real.
Most convenient as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/8971895062969312885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=8971895062969312885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8971895062969312885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/8971895062969312885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/04/rise.html' title='The Rise'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-3918734884666887110</id><published>2010-04-17T20:02:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:11:22.000+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Preeti Ramaraj and you are......</title><summary type='text'>I was just wondering what influence people have in my life when I came across this post by Chinmay and I couldn't help writing about it.
First of all, correction. People have a big influence on "everyone's" lives. They define us. They define our behaviour.  They define what kind of people we are. They give us the identity we have, rather we ourselves know our identity because of our interaction </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3918734884666887110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=3918734884666887110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3918734884666887110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3918734884666887110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-im-preeti-ramaraj-and-you-are.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Preeti Ramaraj and you are......'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-5312929579006082267</id><published>2010-04-04T16:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:08:33.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>Tears to be wiped</title><summary type='text'>Read this poem I had written during sem 3 exams when I showed it to a friend yesterday..
Why are my eyes now moist with tears,when I cant wipe them anymore,         what have I lost inside of me,   something that I had before, 
my thoughts are numb and my heart is cold,where is the warmth that I had before,                                                           
that joy on hearing what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5312929579006082267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=5312929579006082267&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5312929579006082267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5312929579006082267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/04/tears-to-be-wiped.html' title='Tears to be wiped'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-6372644867248807232</id><published>2010-03-18T00:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:42:01.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those good ol&apos; days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My doggy!!!</title><summary type='text'>                                      I was walking down the road when I saw a cute golden retriever with its  hair on its head(fur whatever you call it) tied in a ponytail being walked by a lady. I  remembered the dog my grandparents had, or  rather the son, Devil.
No,  the name isn't bad really. If you guys like reading Phantom comics, you  would know what significance this name has. He came as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/6372644867248807232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=6372644867248807232&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6372644867248807232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6372644867248807232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-doggy.html' title='My doggy!!!'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/S6EsR9YuHlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wsptolCmoLs/s72-c/DSC02023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-2025963106294100237</id><published>2010-03-07T01:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:40:40.461+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Food!!!</title><summary type='text'>                       6 hours, 15 minutes, 7,8,9... seconds. No, you aren't counting how much time you have been trying to sleep, its the amount of time elapsed since you had your last meal. You wonder how YOU haven't thought about food in the last few hours. You think its blasphemy. Now, you have finally found the bug in the code and the code runs successfully. 3 pm. The cell vibrates. Mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2025963106294100237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=2025963106294100237&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2025963106294100237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2025963106294100237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/03/food.html' title='Food!!!'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/S5udDTGPjeI/AAAAAAAAADY/D8ZOBSnsBpo/s72-c/shr0017l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-9115284504037431715</id><published>2010-02-14T18:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:59:43.747+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Simplicity Of Friendship</title><summary type='text'>                                                 The title itself may revoke different opinions. Some may feel it is paradoxical. Some may agree half-heartedly. But let me tell you, the title is absolutely true in every case possible.

                                                   Consider your school friends..the really close ones. Most of you would have known them first when you were about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/9115284504037431715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=9115284504037431715&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/9115284504037431715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/9115284504037431715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplicity-of-friendship.html' title='Simplicity Of Friendship'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-5448993577131006487</id><published>2010-02-07T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:34:17.161+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Birthday time!!!</title><summary type='text'>                     It's that time of the year again where the month itself is so special to me. Yes, My birthday is arriving!!! To think of it, there is nothing in a birthday. You are just getting a year older and how narcissistic is it to celebrate your own presence in the world!

But then, birthdays tend to become so much more than that and so wonderful too. For a first, its a day where one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5448993577131006487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=5448993577131006487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5448993577131006487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5448993577131006487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-time.html' title='Birthday time!!!'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-588800318178641898</id><published>2010-01-20T17:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:09:02.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those good ol&apos; days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Those days of innocence</title><summary type='text'>
Let us rewind our life by a whole decade...maybe half more......that's when we reach those beautiful days which our parents enjoyed more than us(hopefully ;) ) Anyway, yes, that is my handwriting. Supposed to be a birthday card for my 2 year old sis, so the four year old me had just started learning to write. I doubt I actually realized what I wrote then but when I found it while searching for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/588800318178641898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=588800318178641898&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/588800318178641898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/588800318178641898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/01/those-days-of-innocence.html' title='Those days of innocence'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wePHoJHjPNI/S1XXnXUyzVI/AAAAAAAAABg/acK9fpP1g54/s72-c/DSC01999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-2339335835633586849</id><published>2010-01-06T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:47:18.307+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>My first ever concert</title><summary type='text'>                                              What a day! The maths exam had to be the last one to end as the best examination of the semester!! Also, what I experienced after that is something unforgettable and wonderful in its own way. I again thank Srinath for inviting me and Nisha for the concert, the main reason for this post.


So, I start with my association with Carnatic music.I have been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2339335835633586849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=2339335835633586849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2339335835633586849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2339335835633586849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-ever-concert.html' title='My first ever concert'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-3693029406582884799</id><published>2010-01-06T13:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:14:42.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>My Space</title><summary type='text'>                                        I have just personalized my blog into the place where I find solace. Thanks to my friend Sumiran who changed his blog's background image, I realized I could do it too. And I forced myself to wait( literally considering I come online way too often) till my never ending exams got over and I HAVE DONE IT AT LAST!!.


                And I love it so much that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3693029406582884799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=3693029406582884799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3693029406582884799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3693029406582884799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-space.html' title='My Space'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-2936931322611548406</id><published>2010-01-01T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:31:21.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>My new year's post</title><summary type='text'>                                   Wishing everyone a very happy new year! This year, I felt I must have a new year's post. I was trying to find if there is anything unique about this year in connection to my birthday ; something like 09/09/09(thats my grandmom's bday) , cuz the year is 2010 and my birthday is 10/02...but to no avail...Found out that day was 9 years back..10/02/2001!!!

I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2936931322611548406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=2936931322611548406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2936931322611548406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2936931322611548406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-years-post.html' title='My new year&apos;s post'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-624682476680412038</id><published>2009-12-17T19:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:29:09.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>Path Of Substance</title><summary type='text'>What fear to take the path untrodden,    
              when what lies at its end is unknown,                 
      what we think is ours,           
       is not our very own.               Live for a reason, 
           as good as it can be,             
    at the end of everything,    
         it will surface back to thee,       
  having crossed every path with just a clean heart,
  and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/624682476680412038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=624682476680412038&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/624682476680412038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/624682476680412038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/12/path-of-substance.html' title='Path Of Substance'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-324669190394869183</id><published>2009-12-04T11:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:20:13.468+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>Abode of God</title><summary type='text'>
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	mso-font-pitch:variable</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/324669190394869183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=324669190394869183&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/324669190394869183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/324669190394869183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/12/abode-of-god.html' title='Abode of God'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-42425485499399724</id><published>2009-11-25T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:11:37.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>You know you are in SP Comps 2012( F. E. ) if..</title><summary type='text'>                                        After a whole series of LOLs and comments on my previous post, my mind can't help jog backwards to my first year( my brain needs exercise too after being subjected to torturous COA and EDC). So this post delayed by a year appears on my blog at last.(Dramatic, ain't it? ) So, You know you are in SP COMPS 2012( F. E. ) if

1)You pronounce structure as "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/42425485499399724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=42425485499399724&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/42425485499399724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/42425485499399724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-you-are-in-sp-comps-2012-f-e.html' title='You know you are in SP Comps 2012( F. E. ) if..'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-5247825253435509043</id><published>2009-11-21T17:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:28:43.815+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>You know you are in SP Comps 2012( S. E. )  if..</title><summary type='text'>                                                  The whole of my last two weeks were submerged in submissions and practicals and studying feverishly for those dangerous vivas.So,I came up with some things you can totally associate my class students with ;maybe even our seniors..

1) If your status updates and chat contain lines of C++ or JAVA, mostly consisting of infinite loops
  
2)If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5247825253435509043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=5247825253435509043&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5247825253435509043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5247825253435509043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-you-are-in-sp-comps-2012-if.html' title='You know you are in SP Comps 2012( S. E. )  if..'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-4712775030698646136</id><published>2009-11-20T14:52:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:14:38.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Journey or Destination?</title><summary type='text'>                              I know my last post was very unlike what I have posted all these days.They were just a conglomeration of the different thoughts I had..Everyone seems to be in a thoughtful and reflective mood nowadays. Maybe that is what PL does to you.So many things that I have been trying to observe this semester, thought I'd share my contemplations.
                   Sometimes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/4712775030698646136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=4712775030698646136&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4712775030698646136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4712775030698646136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey-or-destination.html' title='Journey or Destination?'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-3709745861791358201</id><published>2009-11-17T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:36:45.813+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Growing to become a SPITian</title><summary type='text'>                         I really don't know but reminiscing always seems fun. Even though what you are reminiscing about is really small but within that time frame, you are in that place, in that emotion with the feeling of exuberance surrounding you.Anyway, I can't help going back to the first day of college. After attending an inspiring orientation( also one of the faculty repeating "We are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3709745861791358201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=3709745861791358201&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3709745861791358201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/3709745861791358201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-to-become-spitian.html' title='Growing to become a SPITian'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-4430207777363488376</id><published>2009-11-01T16:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:06:17.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Those memorable days!!</title><summary type='text'>Here we go again...its that time of the year when we are supposed to be preparing for our exams....and me finishing my long time post.....Although it started with lots of energetic thoughts of studying for my practicals, opening the EDC book to see what I never seem to understand and lots of ideal stuff,let me tell you ,I haven't done anything even close to that..just slept and slept and slept..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/4430207777363488376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=4430207777363488376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4430207777363488376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/4430207777363488376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-memorable-days.html' title='Those memorable days!!'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-6611240953142756014</id><published>2009-10-27T11:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:04:09.740+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>Mad times, Mad poems</title><summary type='text'>Again its one of those days when I am writing a loooooooooooong post and I remember something interesting.Last year,we FEs had a week's holiday before the dreaded mechanics exam(that was a great thing for us who weren't accustomed to more than a day's holiday). Obviously,we weren't gonna study the whole week.So,two of my friends wrote sadiyal poems( i know first time usage,but I must tell the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/6611240953142756014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=6611240953142756014&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6611240953142756014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6611240953142756014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/10/mad-times-mad-poems.html' title='Mad times, Mad poems'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-6087624994513292905</id><published>2009-09-20T11:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:48:18.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominoes'/><title type='text'>Dominoes' Pizza!!</title><summary type='text'>What a festival!!What a week!!I really don't know what I am gonna do not preparing for the fest.Now,wait a second..What's this all about???Weird title,weird start??!!Don't worry, you will understand in just some time.


Just when I was thinking I have nothing really worth blogging about nowadays,came a phone call from my senior anna on July 10th 2009(I think the date is right :P) .He said there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/6087624994513292905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=6087624994513292905&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6087624994513292905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/6087624994513292905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/09/dominoes-pizza.html' title='Dominoes&apos; Pizza!!'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-2962192865310911836</id><published>2009-08-31T02:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:02:57.946+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosaic poetry'/><title type='text'>Without you right here beside me</title><summary type='text'>I'm terribly bored with this Monday to Monday test schedule(God!!) and I thought why not post something different.


This time,its a poem I have written.I can boldly say I am somewhat of a good poet and I usually write poems for my friends,on nature,on love,on life and on friendship .This time,I thought I could share one of my masterpieces(It is one of the best amongst what I have written)with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2962192865310911836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=2962192865310911836&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2962192865310911836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2962192865310911836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/08/without-you-right-here-beside-me.html' title='Without you right here beside me'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-7971349833840124560</id><published>2009-06-15T23:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:05:54.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Interesting Month Of February</title><summary type='text'>Well,I know this post is pretty delayed considering the gap.....but then being an engineering student,there are certain compromises we make(do we?? ;) ),so I guess you might just read it now.



If you have read my previous posts, you might feel the title is pretty weird.....When I have portrayed that life itself in engineering is so interesting, what's so special about this month????????




The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7971349833840124560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=7971349833840124560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7971349833840124560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/7971349833840124560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-month-of-february.html' title='Interesting Month Of February'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-2036048121637541114</id><published>2009-02-01T06:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:05:21.103+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effort'/><title type='text'>Nights during P.L+Exams</title><summary type='text'>When you decide that you want to get the B.E degree 4 years after you become an adult(politically), Nights are rarely what they are meant for,Sleeping.





If you ask any engineering student what time they usually hit the bed,they would say "hmmm.....usually 2 ,sometimes 3 and when we go crazy about some subject then 4 or 5 is normal";and mind you these timings are in a.m.The night before the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2036048121637541114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=2036048121637541114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2036048121637541114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/2036048121637541114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2008/12/nights-during-plexams.html' title='Nights during P.L+Exams'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-1724394461851819167</id><published>2008-12-05T00:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:04:47.614+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Timepass in lectures</title><summary type='text'>We have our PL going on and all I can remember is the fun we have in college.Well,first of all,P.L means preparatory leave,a short form every engineering student loves to hear cuz thats about the only time we think of studying.

But to tell the truth,I am kind of feeling incomplete without going to college for almost a stretch of a month!!!!!!!!!!!!The fact is it is still our 1st semester,we have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/1724394461851819167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=1724394461851819167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/1724394461851819167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/1724394461851819167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2008/12/timepass-in-lectures.html' title='Timepass in lectures'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196460018827536067.post-5257998725308205564</id><published>2008-09-20T23:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:01:37.290+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>My lovely college day</title><summary type='text'>I really dont know why I had to write a blog for this.I used to blog a long time ago .......possibly just wanted to continue the same.I am doing engineering in a college I always wanted to be in.
Though I didnt realise that, in the process,I will be regaining all my lost wishes and dreams which I thought will always remain what they are......unreal.

We had a fresher's party on 19th of september,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5257998725308205564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196460018827536067&amp;postID=5257998725308205564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5257998725308205564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196460018827536067/posts/default/5257998725308205564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preeti-eng.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-lovely-college-day.html' title='My lovely college day'/><author><name>Preeti Ramaraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467677304074236297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
